After chatting with many brothers, Ye Fan returned to his palace.

Now that my cultivation has broken through, I have one chance to break through to the fourth level.

However, such a phased breakthrough cannot be rushed, and it is related to the promotion of the three sages, and cannot be solved by dual cultivation.

Thinking about his future path of cultivation, Ye Fan felt clear.

The three sage ridges that are extremely difficult to improve have basically been solved now.

The Buddha's and Taoist Holy Ridge is enhanced by the Blood Yuan Relics, and the Xuandao Saint Ridge has a dual cultivation, and there is no need to mention the Demon's and Taoist Holy Ridge.

Ye Fan's cultivation level will be smooth at the level below the top saint. Except for being stuck by the realm barrier, there will be no more problems.

In this way, you can deal with the Netherworld clan wholeheartedly.

"This time, we will fight against the Netherworld clan and strive to break through to the fourth level!"

Ye Fan murmured inwardly, and aside from the power of his blood, his strength was completely out of touch with his realm.

The power of the holy spine is enough to fight against the king.

In the middle of the night, Ye Fan was practicing, and a light sound suddenly came from outside the palace, as if it was a call.

Ye Fan heard this familiar voice, turned over and stood in, and welcomed the figures outside.

"I've just been separated for a few hours and missed me lonely?"

Ye Fan hugged the beauty in his arms and teased softly.

The person who came was Ling Xin. When he heard Ye Fan's words, his pretty face turned slightly red. After giving Ye Fan a glance, he said seriously: "Okay, stop joking. I'll come to you. I have something to talk about!"

"What kind of serious business can you do in the middle of the night? Why not talk about it tomorrow!"

Ye Fan said, holding his soul to walk up the bed.

"Hey...you put me down..."

Lingxin felt that he had entered the wolf's den in the middle of the night and was delivered to the door.

Half-supported, she found that she could not refuse Ye Fan at all, and even said that she would come to Ye Fan in the middle of the night, which might be a little selfish.

When you first taste the forbidden fruit, you will sink without realizing it.

In the middle of the night, Ling Xin looked at the man she was relying on and said resentfully: "You know this. I can't come to you next time!"

“The same goes for the daytime!”

Ye Fan smiled and said.

Lingxin was speechless, but her heart was sweet. At the same time, she started to talk about the main topic: "I came to you because I wanted you to help train those foreign aid disciples!"

"Training disciples? Didn't the lesson last time teach enough?"

Ye Fan was a little confused.

"Do you know the lesson?"

Ling Xin gently hammered Ye Fan's chest and said seriously: "There will be less than ten days left to set out in the wasteland. We only know that the Netherworld clan is hiding deep in the wasteland, but we don't know how strong their strength is and how many kings they have."

"The Netherworld clan is indeed unfathomable!"

Ye Fan's face gradually returned to seriousness and nodded.

Ling Xin nodded and continued: "This trip is okay for us, but for those foreign aid disciples, it is basically a life-and-death ending. I had divided them into several teams and led by several foreign aid kings!"

"Foreign aid king! But that Meng Lun?"

Ye Fan asked subconsciously.

"He is one of them, do you know him?"

Ling Xin said in a slight moment.

"I just heard of it, nothing, you can keep talking!"

After Ye Fan reacted, he directly opened up the topic.

Just now, he asked subconsciously, and if he really asked about Lingxin and Meng Lun, it would make him too unconfident.

"oh!"

The beautiful eyes of the soul flowed, and without much talk, he continued, "I divided the foreign aid disciples into five teams, each team had about ten people, all led by the king. This time, some newcomers came. You happen to be a foreign aid disciple in your identity. Why not just lead a team, right?"

"What's wrong with this? You are so kind, I will naturally help you!"

Ye Fan agreed with a smile.

Such a team, led by the King, can reduce casualties of foreign aid disciples, which is much better than the one-pan loose sand.

Lingxin is also considered to be a kind and righteous person to those foreign aid disciples.

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Ling Xin nodded with satisfaction and said at the same time: "I will help you arrange it after noon. You have fought with the Netherworld clan many times, so you can teach them some combat experience!"

"Let them go to the square south of Qiankun Palace to gather and wait for me!"

Ye Fan nodded and said.

If he comes to his palace, his identity will be revealed.

After responding to the voice, Lingxin dressed up and soon left Ye Fan's house.

Ye Fan fell into deep thought.

It is really not a joke to deal with the Netherworld clan. Just like the dwarf man I met halfway through, he had a lot of background in the early stage of the Soul Realm.

Yan Chen and others could not defeat this person, so how could they deal with those stronger people? This time, the foreign aid disciples were gone for a lifetime.

Ye Fan can lead foreign aid disciples, but in the end, Ye Fan will still put Qiankun disciples first in everything.

...

Several people gathered in a foreign guest room in Qiankun Hall, discussing in the courtyard.

"You are serious? Xin'er wants to set up a new team. Who is the captain?"

The speaker is wearing a gorgeous robe, with a long strand of hair on his forehead flowing in the wind, looking elegant and handsome, and sitting upright in the center of the courtyard, with a very high status.

"The captain did not inform you. Maybe Miss Lingxin is still making a decision. Unexpectedly, it should be Lao Liu!"

A man with a special image, only half of his hair, replied.

"If it was Lao Liu, how could Xin'er not come to discuss with me?"

The man in the center glared at the man directly, and at the same time his tone became gloomy: "It should be that man!"

"That person?"

Hearing this, the other four people in the yard were suddenly shocked, their faces dimmed, and their eyes looked at the man in the center with panic.

"This person has a very good relationship with many Qiankun disciples, and suddenly disappeared with Miss Lingxin for five days. His identity is a bit mysterious!"

A short man with spots on his face frowned and frowned.

"No matter who he is, he must get rid of women if he dares to compete with Brother Meng!"

A woman with a terrifying scarred face slapped the stone table and stood up and said.

"But if it is arranged by Miss Lingxin, then we..."

The man with only half of his hair frowned.

Lingxin has too much face, so they have to give it to them. Besides, this is Qiankun Palace, and everything is decided by Lingxin.

"You go and notify Lao Liu. If it is someone else, let him obey the orders and not be resentful. If it is that person, I don't need to teach you!"

The man in the center hit the nail on the head and said the key point.

"yes!"

After hearing this, all four people around him could go on, but the man in the center was still sitting upright, picked up a golden and jade teacup on the stone table and sipped it, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy.

"Xin'er, it's been tens of thousands of years. No one can deserve you except me, Menglun!"

The man murmured to himself, and the jade cup in his hand gradually turned into powder. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!